Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ghana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Remains to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.